I guess that I just don't know. And I guess that I just don't know. (Thank you, Lou Reed, for describing exactly how I feel once again.)

I just don't know how to feel about this whole FLDS thing. Darren and I discussed it at length, and I still don't know what to think.

As a mother, I always think of my kids first. It might not seem like it, but I do. I always try to do what's right for them. I'm pretty sure those FLDS mothers feel the same about their kids. They think what they are doing is right.

My children are descendants of polygamists. One of Darren's great-grandfathers fled to Mexico rather than give up his wives and children.

On the other hand, I simply can't imagine marrying Anna off to a fifty-year-old in a year or two. She's full of so much potential. Having babies is admirable and necessary to continue the species, but I'd really prefer she have her PhD first.

My dad had a good point. If there's abuse or the POTENTIAL for abuse, the children shouldn't be reunited with their moms. That doesn't make the situation any less easy, though.

I guess, ultimately, if my children were in a bad situation and needed help? I hope they'd get it, whether or not I was able to know what that help was.